silverlaker

bianca looked out acroos the sea. she was one of them now.
samson caressed her shoulder from behind.

-come, bianca. it is your time now.

bianca turned to see her shinning saviour. from his gauzy white robes, samson's hand extended towards her. his energy was compelling.

the salty air permeated her head. with the ocean, brought fresh thoughts. fresh ideas. fresh insantiy. she was so far from the valley.